I find myself

In a worIld--

A world where

fate is my own,

hate is unknown.

And all absurdity

Is rationality.

 

But in this world

I am my lonesome

A king without a kingdom,

Whose subjects

Betray their happiness

In Life and Love

And Weakness.

 

Although for me

I do abide,

I cannot help

But realize

That amid the life of glory

I have lost the one true beauty

Of friends and family

That love in life

And all in spite

Of vulnerability